Listen To Your Elders

Almost instantly the stranger invited him to join them, and apparently it was his lucky day - she was making an ointment! Shyly he nodded, though he quickly took a few cautious steps forward. It was a great stroke of luck that he'd found these two apparently, but he was going to question it either. So much of his knowledge had been gained by complete accident; he had to take advantage of it when he could though, despite his shyness. "S-sure," he stammered quietly. Though he'd grown more bold before leaving Abaven, he felt like since his return he'd been even more timid and skittish. Oh well - he had to attempt to get over that.

His posture remained reserved and cautious as he drew closer. The presence of a younger girl brought him a little bit of calm though. He listened as the older wolf instructed her on what to do. "I-I'm Spirit," he introduced himself with a little smile. "T-thank you. You must be a healer?" He glanced to Rœkia inquisitively. Lukina offered him a bowl and he moved over to it quickly. Making sure it was okay he helped out, he grabbed some leaves in his own bowl and followed the girl's motions, using his paws and claws to squish at them as instructed.